fretted woodworkâhomeâwas now in sight.
Judging the distance, Emily pulled her hand free from a clasp uncomfortably damp and familiar. She lifted the trailing skirt to her knees and turning to her father with an excruciating assumption of friendliness, cried, âIâll just tell them youâre coming,â and fled head-first to the house.
âEmily!â
An answer streamed after her but she kept running.
This unprecedented defiance made Harry hasten a step or two and open his mouth to call again. But the exertion demanded by anger and commandâin this heatâand the problematic success of any such attempt, arrested him. He slowed, closed his mouth and looked at his watch again.
Her throat and chest scorched with breathlessness, Emily scrambled up the stone steps to the veranda and skidded into the hall.
âGrandma! Grandma!â she gasped, trying to read the walls for indications of Lilianâs whereabouts. She thundered towards the kitchen. âHeâs coming! DaddyâDadâmy fatherâs coming! Heâll be here in a minute! Grandma, he said my neck was dirty!â
At the door of the kitchen where they collided, Lilian absorbedâwhat she had before merely seenâEmilyâs startling appearance.
âMy God!â She drew a deep exasperated breath. âIsnât that just like the thing.â She glanced at the open front door. âAnd he said your neck was dirty?â
âYes, and it isnât!â cried Emily, triumphant. She had told on him.
Lilian led her to the daylight at the back door and scrutinized.
âIt isnât, is it?â
After the slightest pause Lilian said, âWhat a thing to greet his daughter with after all this time! It must be more than a year since he was near you. Iâll have a thing or two to say to Harry Lawrence before Iâm through.â
Emily fished the roses from her hair and looked at Lilian with beaming admiration. She had a champion. She was defended. A moment later, remembering the need for stealth and speed, she got her grandmother back into the kitchen: from the front door her father would have seen their two figures outlined against the strawy grass of the back lawn. What fatal gesture she expected from him, she hardly knew, but her hopes were infinite.
âListen!â she hissed to Lilian, and, bending forward, open-mouthed, they received Harryâs shout, âAnyone home?...Lilian?â
Guiltily the woman and child backed away. âHarry!â Lilian bellowed. âWait just a minute! Iâll be there in a minute.â
She straightened the skirt of her thin shantung suit and briefly examined her face in the unflattering surface of an egg-lifter. At the same time she delivered orders to Emily to wash and dress and have a glass of milk andâhere Mr Rosen wandered in from the garden where he had been unenthusiastically pushing the mowerâsing a little song for Mr Rosen. Full of piety and obedience, Emily disappeared into the bathroom, and with much the same expression Mr Rosen went away to put on a tie and take off his hat.
âWell, and howâs the world treating you, Harry? Come in, come in, come in and sit down!â
âOh, same as usual, you know. How are you getting on these days?â
âOh, you know me, always the same. Nothing changes here.â
They both laughed.
Harry said, âI saw Paula when I was in Sydney. Weâveâerâweâre going to stick it out together, we think. So maybe next year weâll be able to take Emily out of your way.â
Lilian lifted her arms in a dramatic gesture of approval. âWell, Iâm glad for your sakes. Iâm very glad to hear it. Sit downâanywhere.â She waved a hand at the dark empty chairs of velvet and leather.
They looked cool to Harry, like caves. The sun was at the other side of the house and in here, through the open window, he could smell the fresh-cut
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